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They were hospital volunteers, Charry, but I'm certain candy stripers are no longer.What’s a candy striper ?
I was able to hang on to some of it and it came in very handy, especially when I moved out of the house and moved into the bunkhouse with the Mexican laborers. I kept going to High School where I worked in the cafeteria and ate like a pig during my free lunch. I eventually went home, graduated, went off to Southern Calif where I met my natural father's family and stayed for about a month. Then I joined the Navy while I was still 17.Translation, and because of the fact you were left with little to no spending money for yourself.
That was a tough start you had, Pecos.I was able to hang on to some of it and it came in very handy, especially when I moved out of the house and moved into the bunkhouse with the Mexican laborers. I kept going to High School where I worked in the cafeteria and ate like a pig during my free lunch. I eventually went home, graduated, went off to Southern Calif where I met my natural father's family and stayed for about a month. Then I joined the Navy while I was still 17.
He first tried at 12 but was found and brought back.Wow 13. If I could have left at 12, I would have
Not touching THIS one!Sofa jerk...
Breaks my heart when I hear stories like this.My mother's first job was at age 5, selling shopping bags on the Grand Concourse, The Bronx NY. Her line was "Shopping Bag, Lady?" During the Depression this was.
That does indeed take a lot of guts and his story would be very interesting as that is an exceptionally tough age.That takes guts. Proud of you. My husband left home at 13. He had an interesting story.
I meant KEESHA had the guts!That does indeed take a lot of guts and his story would be very interesting as that is an exceptionally tough age.
Yes, and all too many know all too well how that feels.Just remembered it was Not the Depression yet. That's right, they were poor anyway. The year should have been 1924 or so.
Always poor. That's depressing too.
A candy striper was a teen-age girl volunteer at a local hospital. They were called that because of the pink and white striped uniforms.What’s a candy striper ?
Yeah, that's how we did it. Especially when it was learned in fund raising that a handwritten envelope to the donor got you more money than printed labels.Addressing envelopes for a neighbor who had a cottage industry, I don't remember selling what. Imagine having to pay high school kids to address envelopes by hand! We made 50 cents an hour.
I worked at my grandfather's tailor shop. He wasn't supposed to pay me but he did. I bought an old Chevy Biscayne.
It was a bit tough, but some of the women on this forum have told stories about their childhood that make mine pale by comparison. I put an end to the physical abuse in the household by the time I was 16, and by the time I was 22 my two younger step-brothers had left home and lived with me.That was a tough start you had, Pecos.![]()